Always like to look up at the sky.
As if in the clouds
I have been edified myself.
sometimes
I will feel that the sky is so close to me.
As long as I read it
You will realize your dream.
therefore
I reached out to reach for the sky.
But it was rejected by reality.
My hand is fixed on the glass.
Be surprised
Look up at the sky again
The sunshine is particularly dazzling.
Real blue.
I can't see.
Vows are torn by time
Resentment spreads in the heart.
Maybe God is merciful.
The rain fell on the leaves of the forest.
The rain continued.
Sprinkle it on the window with your finger.
Stick it on the window
I saw my face clearly.
Hands are still fixed between the windows.
This is just an empty touch.
After a storm comes a calm.
The windows are brighter and cleaner.
Suddenly find
Whose hand reached into the blue sky and white clouds?
Put one's little mind
Realization of intersecting with meteors
Look back.
But illusory
My hand is still blocked by the glass.
But it seems a little close to the sky.
Reach the blue sky
Still very far away
Where did you get the courage?
Why dare not break the fragile boundaries?
I left my insistence there.
Why do you always back down?
The last path is
Rain meets glass.
Day by day outside the window.
Glass, rain, sky and thoughts
My tomorrow
Which way will it be?